"It's not that, Nya. Dose is the kind of nigga who's used to women falling for his bullshit. I need that nigga to know that I'm not like them. How many bitches do you know would've fell head over heels when he started calling me out on live? That's a bold-ass move, especially if he has bitches he's fucking on already. I don't care about shit like that."
"That's what I'm trying to preach to you, Sia. You know how many hoes he had pressed? You know how many bitches went to your shit, lurked and dropped their jaw when they saw how fine as shit you are. That's the difference between them and you."
"Exactly! Yet he hasn't changed his moves and the way he approaches me." I said, as I flipped my chicken over then began to prepare my Alfredo sauce from scratch.
"Sia I don't know a handful of niggas who's willing to pay for an address, babe. That nigga ain't paying for no Kingsgate, Walker Homes or a Ten-Mile address. Girl, get a grip. That nigga want you bad!"
"I don't know," I shrugged.
"Give him a try and see where it goes."
"I'll have to think about it long and hard."
"It's really simple, Sia."
We talked shit a little while longer until I ended the call only for her to send me a message. I read it over and over knowing it was from Dose and she was relaying the message.
Be ready tomorrow at 6:30. Wear pink like I said. I'll send a black car to come get you. I done booked for you to get your hair, nails and toes done too. I know your people. Come dripped in fine shit, wearing that Jimmy Choo perfume that make my dick hard. I can't wait to see you, love.
My fingers touched my mouth trying to conceal the blush that was in the corner of my mouth, then it faded in the blink of an eye.
Chapter Eight
DOSE
My dick was hard as fuck as the bitch sucked it through a glory-hole. I done did enough freaky shit to knock out another nigga's bucket list. Wasn't shit considered nasty to me except some gay shit and bitches doing that nasty-ass shit like two-girls-and-one-cup and golden-showers. It's primarily the reason why I didn't enter the porn industry because I didn't want to do shit under anyone else's terms. My pops only got away with it because he had an elite contract that made it seem like they were working for him and they couldn't dictate shit.
According to the rules, guidelines and small font, shit changed a whole lot and the demand was fairly low. Popular websites take a certain percentage, that can be taxable, and you don't have much say-so under anything once contracts are signed. After Dark allowed me to freelance and do whatever I want.
Somehow, someway, I was invited to this freak spot from one of my subscribers. We've been kicking it for a while. She has a fetish with sucking my dick. I never asked to fuck, so it was a win-win situation. Though she was pretty as hell, I wasn't looking to fuck her. When it came to subscribers, if that wasever mentioned, I allowed it randomly, with an extensive check for their bill of health. I required that I get a month-to-month checkup, followed by immediate infections and diseases that were undetected. It was common for people to fake results which is why I requested most women to be seen by my practitioner because it could be done at rapid speed.
This chick wasn't excluded. She saw my dentist before even licking one of my balls. I don't play that shit. I love clean women and clean pussy. I can't have one without the other.
When the $5,000 transaction cleared, we talked on a more lucrative basis.
We've been kicking it for a while. She has a fetish with sucking my dick. I never asked to fuck, so it was a win-win situation. Though she was pretty as hell, I wasn't looking to fuck her. When it came to subscribers, if that was ever mentioned, I allowed it randomly, with an extensive check for their bill of health. I required that I get a month-to-month checkup, followed by immediate infections and diseases that were undetected. It was common for people to fake results which is why I requested most women to be seen by my practitioner because it could be done at rapid speed. This chick wasn't excluded.
The spot was tucked away in some bougie-ass neighborhood in Buckhead, the kind of place where white folks jogged at night without looking over their shoulders. The house looked regular as hell from the outside—brick, two-story, manicured lawn—but inside was a whole different story. Shawty had converted her basement into a full-blown freak palace. Red lighting, padded walls, multiple rooms with different setups. This wasn't her first rodeo, and I respected the professionalism. She ran this shit like a business, same as me.
"You ready, Dose?" her voice came through the speaker on my side of the wall. Smooth, sultry, with that hint of desperation that let me know she'd been thinking about this shit all week.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said, adjusting my position. I was standing in a small room, maybe six by six, with the glory hole cut into the wall at the perfect height. She'd measured that shit specifically for me after I sent her my measurements. That's the type of attention to detail I fucked with. The hole was smooth, lined with some soft material so my dick wouldn't get scratched up. Professional as fuck.
I pulled my dick out, already semi-hard just from the anticipation. This was easy money. All I had to do was stand here, let her do her thing, and collect my bread. No cameras on my face, no contracts, no bullshit. Just me, my dick, and a bitch who loved sucking it.
Her tongue came through first, wet and eager, licking around the rim of the hole like she was teasing me. I felt that shit in my spine. Then her fingers reached through, wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slow and deliberate. She knew what the fuck she was doing.
"Damn," I muttered, my head falling back against the wall. My dick swelled in her hand, getting harder with each stroke. She had that perfect grip—not too tight, not too loose—and she twisted her wrist just right on the upstroke. This bitch had been practicing.
When her mouth finally wrapped around my tip, I damn near lost it. Warm, wet, and soft as hell. She sucked me through that hole like her life depended on it, taking me deeper with each bob of her head. I could hear her moaning on the other side, like sucking my dick was getting her off just as much as it was getting me off. That shit turned me on even more.
"Fuck, just like that," I groaned, my hand pressed flat against the wall. I couldn't see her, couldn't touch her, couldn't do shitbut stand there and let her work. And that was the whole appeal. No strings, no expectations, just pure physical pleasure. She wasn't trying to trap me, wasn't trying to get me to fall in love with her. She just wanted to suck my dick, and I was more than happy to let her.
Her head game was vicious. She alternated between sucking and licking, paying special attention to the sensitive spot right under my tip. Every now and then, she'd pull back and spit on it, getting it extra wet before taking me back in her mouth. I could feel her throat opening up, trying to take me deeper, and the sensation had my toes curling in my Jordans.
This was the type of shit that made me love my job. I wasn't out here doing scenes with directors yelling "cut" every five minutes, wasn't dealing with fluffers or makeup artists or any of that extra shit. I controlled my content, my image, my money. After Dark gave me the freedom to do exactly what I wanted, and what I wanted was to get my dick sucked by bad bitches who paid me for the privilege.
My pops tried to warn me about the industry when I first started. He'd been in the game back in the day, one of the few Black men who actually made real money in porn. But he had an elite contract, the kind they don't offer anymore. He had creative control, profit sharing, the whole nine. These days, these companies want to own you. They want to dictate what you do, who you fuck, how you fuck. They take a percentage of everything, and if you blow up, they're the ones getting rich while you're still doing scenes for a flat rate. Fuck that shit though.